Sunday, July 25, 2021

4ward 2 Past


 

The little man
who looked forward to the past

he walked into the dream

We darkened the room to see like him

blueblack on a black rainy night

to awake the dead

the dead as the goal of living

the living lost in the unknown past

child borne sorrow we talked with him

He whispered into his ears

telling of

the missing ones

ancestors gone blank

blind closed-eye-blind to the existence

of what they have wrought

a zipper undone, clothing ripped, passions torn

lashed/splashed/dashed

birth unloaded into life

haunting the living unknown

they wept in tears 

Oh, if only I knew how to hold them in comfort

j.m.frase-white, dreamscape 7.23.2021

 

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